Palm Gummies

Qu Rang said that my wounds would contaminate the ingredients, but when he handed me a band-aid, it felt like giving me charity. I popped the cookie into my mouth, thinking that was all it took to say no. It wasn't until a rainy day that he picked me up with a fever and whispered in the dark stairwell: "When you need arsenic, I will give it to you." But when his fiancée showed up and the investment term sheet was placed on the table, I realized that this man who regarded codes as his faith had already turned me into his only garbled code. He burned the biscuit, but said awkwardly: "I want to make you a piece that is not sweet." Life is bitter enough, and the sweetness should be left for last.